((Wow all of your characters are extremely attractive to bullets huh))
"Klaus!" Peggy's eyes widened, and she was moving towards him before she'd even registered her movement. She wasn't sure what exactly she expected to do, but she couldn't just stand there.
(All of them are just idiots)
By this point, the sybiote was in full survival mode and took control of Klaus's body once again. With unbelievable speed, he ducked downward and clawed at the ground to launch himself the Lady. It was like a tiger pouncing on a mouse. In a split second timeframe, he was on top of Deathstrike, his hands pinned down on her shoulders and his knees dug into her stomach in a painful manner. The pain was lost in the adrenaline for the moment as the mask peeled away from his face.
"Amity." Peggy called, halting a safe distance away, but close enough to close the distance if needed. "Amity, you need to stop. Keep her down, but don't do anything more." Murder wasn't good on any hero's record, self-defense or not.
His face was twisted with rage as he looked up at her, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Why, so she can come after us tonight while we sleep? No." He looked back down at the Lady. "I'mma solve this problem right here."
"No no no." She shook her head, despite the sharp flash of pain the movement brought. "Let me call my dad, and we can take her in or…whatever, so she can't hurt other people. You can't kill her, Amity. That's not how being a hero works."
This seemed to make him even more frustrated, but he stood up despite his anger. "If letting fuckjobs like her walk," he said, jabbing a finger over at the prone figure, "Then wearing fucking tights isn't for me."
"It's a sacrifice you'd have to make." She said, holding up her hands in a soothing gesture. "But if you decide it isn't for you, do it after this fight. Adam, call dad."
"Calling Mr. Stark," Alan said calmly as Klaus began pacing back and forth to try and calm himself
"Yes, my daughter?" Mr. Stark asked, his face popping up in the corner of the display in her suit.
"We could use some help." Peggy said, eyes never leaving Klaus. "We were jumped, over on Fifth, two blocks from Klaus's place. We've managed to apprehend the lady, but getting her anywhere might be hard."
"And why's that?" he asked, typing on a computer in the background. "You two seem to be more than capable by yourselves."
"Amity's about two seconds from killing her, that's why." She said, slowly landing on the ground. "And with the gunshot wound…as soon as he calms down, he'll be feeling that, that's for sure."
"And how are you?" he asked, ignoring the first part of her statement. "Anything hurt?"
"Everything hurts, that's for sure." She said, sounding unconcerned about that. "But I'm fine."
"Good. Anyways, I have Alan flying a suit over to your position to pick up your new friend," he said, not even looking at the camera. "Good job, love you, all that jazz. Tell your boyfriend I said hi."
(Woop)
"Thanks, dad. Love you too. And he's not my boyfriend." She said, just before the call ended. With a sigh, she let her helmet pull away, reaching up to wipe at the blood under her nose.
Klaus had calmed down to the point where he could will Amity away, revealing his shirt soaked all the way down to his chest with blood. His facial expression showed that the adrenaline was gone also, for it was twisted in pain.
"Klaus?" Peggy said softly, stepping towards him. She kept most of her suit on, as it was the main thing allowing her to keep walking right now. "Can I see the wound?"
"Do you need do?" he asked, gritting his teeth as he turned to her. "It doesn't feel very good."
"I'd rather see what we need to do to fix you up, than have to take you to a hospital." She said, giving him an apologetic and weak smile. "If you think it can wait, though.."
He grumbled in response, gripping his left sleeve and ripping it off instead of taking the whole shirt of, revealing a ghastly hole in his shoulder about 2 inches across.
She bit her lip, wincing at the sight as she stepped closer. "God, I wish I could make you a suit." She muttered, lifting a hand, but not touching the wound. "The bullet's in there?"
"I'm not really sure," he admitted, shifting the shoulder away when she reached out. "It just kinda..hurts."
She lowered her hand, nodding. "We'll have to figure out if it is or not, so we know to remove it. Do you have anything we can use for stopping the blood?"
He shrugged with his good arm, offering his freshly ripped sleeve. "Probably the closest thing we have."